I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

In addition to the casino, the sixth floor also has a bar and lounge for guests to relax.

Many people come here to have a drink after coming out of the casino, and chat with other guests. When they are satisfied, they take the elevator back to their rooms.

A blond young man is eloquently expressing his views on political parties, and seems to know all the politicians in power.

A circle of men and women are sitting on several large sofas, holding red wine glasses in their hands, taking a sip from time to time, and then interrupting to talk about the anecdotes they know.

"Although a finance minister in the Democratic Party has always been my good friend, his recent fiscal policy is still too radical. Tax cuts for immigrants will arouse opposition from most Gong and Democratic Party members."

A man who looks to be in his forties, with a white face and no beard, shook his head. He acted calmly and seemed to be criticizing, but he inadvertently revealed to everyone that he has a wide network of contacts.

"I've heard about this, too. That minister is a radical in the Democratic Party, and he seems to have the same attitude when it comes to horse racing."

The seemingly cynical black-haired young man crossed one leg over the other. Although his behavior was rude, his temperament and appearance made people feel that this was very suitable for him.

The blond young man who was the center of the topic saw that the topic was shifting away from himself, and his smile froze on his face, but he quickly and naturally interrupted: "So it was that person. I have read his poems. I can say that although the rhythm and rhyme are pretty good, they lack innovation."

"Maybe this is similar to his political views, just copying others' words, and promoting such policies to attract people's attention."

"...Speaking of poetry, didn't you write one recently? I wonder if we have the honor to listen to it?"

Everyone surrounded a politician who was not present, criticizing his actions from all aspects of life, as if everything about him was crucial, but no one cared about the reasons for his policies.

The man who was asked about the poem was the one who said at the beginning that he was a friend of the minister.

He seemed to have been waiting for someone to ask him. At this moment, he took out the letter from his pocket with a slightly reserved look, but also a little impatient.

Others also passed it to each other with interest, showing appreciation and amazement.

"This is really a beautiful poem. It seems that I can understand your mood at that time."

"Indeed, the rhythm is also very neat, and the last two sentences have a strange feeling like Shakespeare."

After passing it around, everyone present, whether they knew poetry or not, turned into experts and praised the man with the overflowing words they knew.

If it weren't for their identities and experiences that had nothing to do with literature, just looking at this scene, they would have thought they were in a literary salon or a writer's meeting.

And the man who was being complimented by everyone was actually unfamiliar to others, but just because of the respectability of the upper class, it was enough for them to say this.

Enjoying the praise from the people around him, the man seemed to be a little flattered. He put the letter back into his pocket. He wanted to take a glass of wine from the waiter who had been serving him, but was stopped by the vibration in his arms.

Because of the blond young man's teasing, the guests' attention had been diverted from him, so no one saw his suddenly ugly face.

Only the waiter who served him showed confusion on his face, wondering why the guest stopped his hand in the air.

The man waved his hand casually to let the waiter leave, then smiled again, signaled to the people next to him, indicating that he was going to leave first.

The guests who were already immersed in a new round of topics did not take his departure to heart. If someone asked later, no one might remember what the man looked like.

After leaving the lounge, the man walked towards the elevator while holding the phone in his arms and turned off the phone.

After all, there was no signal on the ship, and other guests did not use mobile phones. If he took out his mobile phone in public now, it would be very conspicuous.

There were waiters standing by all the way. When they saw him passing by, they all bent their waists with the perfect arc that they had been trained to do.

The man didn't notice their existence at all.

The upper class people like them who were not worldly had long been accustomed to the smooth operation of the invisible machine that surrounded and constituted their lives. A part of the machine like a waiter was definitely not qualified to get a glance from them.

Therefore, when he passed by, it was even more impossible for him to notice the sight of one of the black-haired waiters falling on his back.

Although the space on the ship was huge, there were few places where one could be quiet and not disturbed. The man planned to go back to the room and call the person on the other end of the phone back.

The waiter in the elevator smiled and nodded at the man, pressingThe waiter accidentally saw that a waiter who was leaning against the wall had left before the door closed. Maybe it was a shift change, he thought. It took less than five seconds for the elevator to go from the sixth floor to the seventh floor. When he came out of the elevator, there were only twelve suites on the seventh floor, but the guests inside were not full. Including the man, there were only ten guests staying. Of course, there was another guest who was still there when he boarded the ship, but he disappeared from the cruise ship at some point. In addition to having a large amount of wealth, those who can live here also need to have a corresponding status. What the man said to other guests just now was not bragging. He really has a wide network of contacts. Due to his family inheritance, he is generous and has made many political friends with the help of the church. It's just that his personal vanity is too strong, and he always likes to show off his status in front of strangers. This also makes the church value him, but will not let him perform any important tasks. Therefore, although he knew that the church would take action on the cruise ship this time, he didn't expect that they would call him. He took out the room card from his pocket. Just as the man opened the door and was about to go in, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Guest, did you leave something behind?"

"!!!"

"What?!"

The man was so frightened that his hair stood on end. His back was pressed against the door and he turned his head to look behind him.

A tall waiter stood very close to him at some point. At this time, there was a smile on his face with an oriental exotic feeling.

Seeing that the man was frightened, he seemed to realize his mistake, frowned, and formed a worried expression.

"Guest, are you okay? Did I scare you?"

"You! How did you get up here?"

The man covered his chest and finally recovered. He didn't expect a mere waiter to be so rude and go up to the seventh floor when no one was paying attention.

You should know that the seventh floor does not allow waiters to enter and exit outside of fixed times. It is almost dawn now. The appearance of this person here has violated the rules of the cruise ship.

"I followed you up here. Don't you want to know what you left behind?"

The waiter asked with a smile, not frightened by the man's tone.

Not wanting to get too entangled with him, the man felt around and found nothing missing. He stared at the other man fiercely, wanting to go downstairs immediately to find the manager on the ship and have them teach this waiter who followed the guests casually a lesson.

"Haven't you found it yet?"

The other party tilted his head, "Do you know now?"

Buzz-buzz-

The phone vibrated.